How Typical

Chapter 2

My eyes fluttered open to the sound of my alarm clock. I harshly pounded whatever buttons I could reach on the device until it stopped its incessant buzzing. I was definitely not a morning person.

Today, I had to get up at seven because Amelia, Sebastian, and I had plans to hang out on our last school-free day before Sunday. I wasn't entirely thrilled about the early morning start but Lia had insisted we spend as much of this day together as possible, even though we'd spent all day together yesterday.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, showered, and put on a pair of dark denim jeans with a rococo white top and brown flats. Style is far from a priority of mine. I checked my clock and read seven forty-five. Sebastian should be here in about fifteen minutes.

I was still patting my hair dry with a towel when I got into the kitchen. No one else in my family was up this early. I put some bread in the toaster and poured a glass of orange juice. I was much hungrier than usual, seeing that I never ended up eating last night but I didn't want to make too elaborate of a breakfast because making Sebastian wait is a terrible crime.

I sat down as I pulled out my phone to check for any notifications finding myself astonishingly bored waiting for the bread to toast. After what was probably the longest minute of my life, I took my toast and my juice into the living room and turned on the television.

The cartoon about the mouse and the cat was on so I just settled to watch it until my friends came for me. I will never understand the appeal of amateur caricatures hitting each other repeatedly.

Almost twenty minutes passed before my text tone went off. Sebastian was here. I grabbed my jacket and my bag and headed out the door.

"Late? That's not like you, Sebastian." I teased my friend as I climbed into the front seat. Sebastian was normally very punctual. Actually, he was usually early.

"I was five minutes early until Amelia made me wait for seven minutes and thirty-seven seconds so she could find her left shoe." Sebastian responded, pulling out of my driveway, onto my street.

"First of all, you know better than to refer to me as Amelia. It doesn't embody my free spirit the way Lia does. And secondly, why would you time me? That's really creepy, Bas." Lia commented from the back. We never let Amelia sit in the front seat because the last time she did, Bas almost drove off the road trying to avoid her flinging arms. She uses a lot of gestures when she speaks.

"Yes, I timed you. I timed you so I would have a legitimate argument as to how you made me late." Sebastian was a somewhat peculiar guy. He usually documented everything on his video camera and felt he needed proof for everything. Lia, on the other hand, was very care-free, really into astrology, and sometimes a little boy crazy. Watching the two of them interact was usually a very interesting experience. They were still arguing like an old married couple when I interrupted.

"Lia, why didn't you just wear different shoes?" I asked.

"Only my combat boots could have really made that outfit pop. Eventually I had to change my entire outfit so I could wear these ugly sandals." She extended her foot for me to see the strappy, black shoes with a buckle on the side.

"Lia, those shoes are fine."

"Fine isn't going to win over the heart of my prince charming. What if I meet him today and he doesn't fall in love with me because I look just fine. Would the prince have fallen for Cinderella if she hadn't had on that beautiful ball gown? I think not."

"When he found her, she was wearing a raggedy old maid dress and he still married her." I retorted.

"That doesn't count because he was already in love with her. Everyone knows you can let yourself go once you already have the guy." At this, I rolled my eyes. I swear she is the craziest person I've met in all my life.